Lust for Love

Chapter 65.1

He's called me by that name so many times but why does it feel so different now suddenly?

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Why am I acting like this?

I turned around to face a very confused Tyler who wasn't sure either why I was acting the way I was. His lips called out to me again.

"Vivy? Are you alright?" and as if the sirens were singing I was drawn in towards those luscious lips and kissed him suddenly as a reply.

He probably was taken aback for a second but he didn't push me away and instead wrapped his arms around me.

His touch makes my heart calm. All that turmoil somehow quiets down.

Maybe I'm just pent up and using him again....No....I want him, unlike the other times.

This isn't familial.

This isn't a one-time thing.

I really love him.

"Mmph....mmph..Ha" I moaned as I pressed myself against him until his back hit the door.

I pulled the knot of his tie down with one hand while slipping my other hand into his coat. He continued kissing me while I unbuttoned his shirt, after taking his coat and tie off of him hastily.

His fingers carefully traced along the thin strap over my back, covering my skin in goosebumps as they traced down to my hips. He abruptly picked up me and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist while still kissing.

He suddenly realized, it was his first time inside the apartment as he carried me into the house.

"Vivy....You'll have to guide me. Left or Right?" he asked and I couldn't help but giggle at how ridiculous but valid it was, before answering him.

"Right."

I turned on the lights so he wouldn't fall and he carefully placed me on the bed while still pecking me lightly.

"Ha." I gasped for breath when he broke free to take his shirt off.

Whilst his gaze remained fixed on me, he leaned back into my embrace to kiss me as I caressed his bare chest. My hands accidentally brushed against the gunshot wounds on his chest near his collarbone, which had turned slightly darker and had an abrasion over his smooth skin.

It's scarred.

Does it still hurt?

Is he reminded of that night every time he looks at it?

"Does-does it still hurt?" I looked at him as I touched it carefully this time.

"No, it doesn't." He kissed me back to distract me from his external wound and I accepted his invitation.

I slid my hand around his neck and into his hair as he stroked my arm while being careful not to weigh his body down on me. He kissed me for a while before moving down to my neck and my collarbone and then back up as his hand made its way down to the hem of my dress. His steady fingers, glided along my thigh as they lift my dress up slowly and attentively gauging my reactions.

I shivered a little.

"Haa...hn.." I moaned as his lips moved further down to my chest while his fingers trailed along the lining of my underpants.

I pulled his face back up to kiss me again as he cautiously slipped his hand inside, caressing me between my legs.

Something didn't feel right.